Woo! Because Chungy was actually accomplishing stuff with large and dangerous machinery, Priscilla temporarily usurped her secreterran position. On with the show!

::stagehands prompt applause::

Today, we basically decided on what we wanted to use for our base. Our choices were: plywood, the Infamous Green Thing of Doom (ICV), plastic, the printer top, or the ceiling tile. Because of the espionage efforts of certain students from a certain school that will not be named ::coughStMarkscough::, I won't disclose the secret of our base's material. ::cackles evilly for several minutes until Chungy slaps her:: Sorry. Erm...that's basically it.

From the computer of your *temporary* secreterran,
Juan/Priscilla

P.S. Marksmen caught reading our stuff will be caught and mounted on our walls as trophies. And don't think that we're joking! We've already cleared a spot next to the twisted remenants of plastic bottles from several dry ice experiments and those needlenose pliers that somehow got broken in half...

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